Cyber Saturday - Maria Castillo (Azteca Champion) vs. Mistress Paige

Maria finally managed to swing the tide of the match in her favor, and by god was she gonna revel in it. She stalked to Paige's helpless form, snatching a shot of tequila on her way by and downing it effortlessly, much to the fans' delight given the volume of their cheers!

She took a few shots at Paige's body to make sure the woman was stunned, before peeling her off the table and dragging her toward the stripper pole. This was the pristine moment she was waiting for, and she could end this confusing match that seemed to make her question several things about herself...

Few outside revelers could have imagined that a genuine professional wrestling match would have started taking place in the midst of an authentic strip joint background and the sleaze littered chaos within. Maria circumventing expectations by doing just that with the fatigued dominatrix splayed out on the table that the Reaper downed a shot of tequila from. Earning her raucous praise and even cool points from the adoring audience at the unorthodox sight of Maria letting her hair down before hauling Paige off the table after a few parting strikes. "Nnngh..." Paige flinched as she unwillingly followed beside Maria having wrestled back control of the match...when the Reaper may notice two hands fondling her supple rack from behind. Caressing kneading from the villainess' soothing touch that became a commanding grasp, a devilish smirk spreading on Paige's visage before attempting a Boobplex to the well-endowed Reaper.

Maria was indulging the crowd a bit when she downed the tequila. The little rush she felt at their roar of approval did allow her to risk the smallest of smiles. Grabbing Paige by her chin, she tugged the woman up and was midway to the pole when she felt the warm pressure on her chest!

Her cheeks reddened, stopping dead as she saw the hands clutching her mounds, giving a firm squeeze to get a groan out of her before her body was sharply pitched backward! The older woman landed hard on the back of her neck, laying her out flat on her stomach in the follow through, with Maria's cheek pressed firmly against the padded mats by the table!

Unfortunately for the masked luchadora, Paige's way of indulging herself meant taking advantage of overconfident adversary's with scandalous mind-games alongside her own genuine wrestling prowess. The Debauched Dominatrix pivoting around onto her hands and knees after boobplexing the rattled reaper, villainous elation darkening her visage as she started a predatorial crawl towards Maria. Swiveling her alluring backside side to side all throughout before bringing her lips down to Maria's ear with whispered sweetness to her words. "Ara~...Surely you don't think you can deliver such a thorough thrashing without making me share that love with you, and hear you scream my name~..." Paige taking it upon herself to than seat herself on the small of Maria's back, hooking her arms around the reaper's own and yanking back into a torqued Full Nelson Camel Clutch.

Maria's whole existence was nothing but pain. For weeks on end her body had been subjected to some of the most intense beatings of her entire career. Her muscles ached and her bones were bruised from seemingly endless ambushes and fights, all contributing to her laying prone and helpless as Paige crawled over her, whispering the sweet venom in her ear. All she could offer was a strained groan as she felt arms slip under her own, before roughly pulling her up into the full nelson camel clutch!

The scream she let out was pure agony as her spine was brutally bent and an extreme angle. She hadn't felt this much pain in her whole career....not sense she had been forced to withdraw thanks to her broken leg. Sweat dripped from her face, and her body quaked as the hold was wrenched over the next minute. She was desperate...legs kicking at the canvas in a vain attempt to reach the ropes, but to no avail. Her mind was slipping further and further into the void, and just as she felt that the pain was only getting worse.....

....her hand tapped at Paige's body rapidly.


For the first time in AFW, Maria Castillo tapped out. But judging from the sound of the crowd, the angle was too obscured for the cameras to properly pick up on the moment of submission! Her face practically burned with shame, realizing what she had just done!

Unbeknownst to anyone whose yet to experience the sinful privilege of wrestling with Paige in the past, taking the fight to her with explosive bouts of offense tends to ignite rebellious fires within her of the sadomasochistic variety. Calling it a second wind failed to properly encapsulate the unbridled rapture Paige felt towards having her adversary taste of the same forbidden fruit alongside her. Hearing such deliciously agonizing screams of pain from the downtrodden luchadora positively sent shivers down Paige's spine, as was typically the result that comes with the task of tainting her adversaries’ spirit within her malevolently thorned clutches. The dominatrix straddling her foe and riding out her quivering weakness with malicious glee until noticing Maria dared to do the unthinkable for her and rapidly offer her submission...

...and immediately compel Paige to release the camel clutch, shifting Maria forward to slump face first onto the ringside flooring. Coincidentally right before camera lens' could capture the Reaper's humiliating gesture. "Well, that's not exactly my name, but I suppose that will suffice~...But I'd say this warrants a reward for being such a good girl~..." Paige lustfully mused underneath her hushed breath whilst seated upon the submitted luchadora, afterward rising up to her feet and snatching an expensive bottle of tequila off an adjacent table. Maria being guided up from her fallen shambles back to her knees by Mistress' gentle hand cupped beneath her chin. The reaper made to gaze up at the Vile Vaudevillian until those pursed lips of hers would be settled against the rim of the tequila bottle and start swigging some very hard liquor.

Maria's confidence shattered the moment she realized what she was doing. She tapped out...she NEVER tapped out, especially this far into her career. Paige had been dismantling her with ruthless efficiency, all the while keeping true to her flashy, showboating self. The camel clutch was released not long after, but given the fact that the bell had not rang, Maria could only assume that the referee had not caught that sign of submission on her part.

Not that she could do anything about it at the present moment. Her body was burning with pain, centering around her poor spine which made movement almost impossible for a minute or two. The weight of the villain lifted off the small of her back, and just as Maria moved to push herself up, a hand snagged at her chin, dragging her off the mats to a kneeling position. Her toned arms hung loose at her side, vision blurred until Paige leaned in close enough to tip the opening of a bottle against her parted lips.

Maria had a taste for Tequila before, so she knew the sensation of the hard drink pouring down her throat. All she could do was groan and swallow as much as she could, a few streams splashing onto her ring gear and leaving a nice shine on the spandex.

Considering the Vile Villainess exquisitely specialized in the debauched act of dismantling heroines until they're nothing more but subservient wretches simultaneously yearning for yet cowering from her leather whip~...Paige believes this may be her best work yet. Making the prideful veteran submit from the humbling submission after a tainted kiss had all but eroded her willpower, with the savory icing on the metaphorical cake being the unwilling intoxication Paige was swirling through the Reaper's lips. Nursing her like a swaddled infant before yanking it from her mouth with a pop of her soft lips, Mistress pouring any remaining liquor onto Maria's outfit to complete the picture of a soused up and defeated Reaper.

"Ara~...Drinking on the job, and in front of all your adoring fans as well. How shameful, and not befitting of a champion whatsoever. Luckily that belt will soon be strapped around my waist instead, which I'd say I've already earned since you submitted to your Mistress about two minutes ago anyway~..." Paige whispered her parting words to keep it private, afterwards arising with Maria in tow and snugly tucking her foe's head between her fulsome thighs. Mistress posing briefly for pictures with a sway of her hips and the Reaper's backside on full display before hefting the veteran back first onto her shoulder. A few steps taken towards the stripper pole where her Vortex finisher awaited Maria, and victory awaited Paige~...

The liquor, combined with the thorough beatdown and seduction, had worn Maria down to a shell of her former self. Swaying uncontrollably, the luchadora was a puppet for Paige to manipulate and pose to her whim, before her body was easily slung onto the Mistress' shoulder. Each step shook the older woman from her stupor, as her tired brain finally started catching up to what was about to happen. With a tug, she twisted herself so her body could slide behind Paige before her finisher could be hit! With a hard shove, Maria rammed her shoulder into the small of the villain's back, aiming Paige head first toward the metal stripper pole!

Although partially concentrating on the task at hand and keeping the flaccid luchadora onto her shoulder, Mistress Paige's thoughts flirted with thoughts of perhaps challenging other title holders for their prestigious trophies after having so thoroughly dominated the lovely latina nursing a hangover in battered fatigue. Bringing Maria to heel would have to suffice for now though as the stripper pole at ringside awaited them both with the luchadora's backside jiggling with each step taken, except her adversary's wriggling jostles eventually allowed her to squirm her way to freedom. A perplexed Mistress scarcely having the time to register this and peek over her shoulder before she was immediately shoved into a headfirst sprint towards the metallic rod. *CLANG* Stars through a warbled haze were all Paige could discern as she flopped over beside the stripper pole, swirled eyed befuddlement on her facials as she gazed up at the ceiling...